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Pioneer, curious directive

Shoreditch House, 13th April 2015

It’s 2029 and Mars One has
failed. Imke is stranded in outer space, with just her boyfriend Oskar and a
smooth-talking Artificial Intelligence bod for company. Meanwhile, Russian
brothers Alyosha and Rudi are on a star-gazing, brotherly bonding mission
across Siberia. Back at Mission Control, Shari is trying to get a second Mars
landing off the ground. Oh, and Imke’s sister is somewhere in the Pacific Ocean
searching for carbon life. Phew. ‘Pioneer’ is one hell of a packed and probing
show. It’s an elegant but demanding journey and, whilst there are some
beautiful sights, you might just be a little bit travel-sick by the time the
mission is complete.

‘Pioneer’ won a Fringe First
in 2014 and brings a stream of glittering four star reviews in its wake. I can
imagine the sophisticated yet low-fi feel of the show, plus the ambitious
themes and roaming structure, worked well in Edinburgh. But in its new home at
Shoreditch Town Hall, ‘Pioneer’ feels a little bit crushed, as if a much freer
and more expansive show is being slowly deprived of air.

The relationship between the
audience and set isn’t ideal. The audience is crammed right on top of Cecilia
Carey’s wide-spanning and high-reaching set, which would benefit hugely from
being observed from a distance. These cramped conditions shut down the set,
which uses 3 circular cut-out frames to create a series of contained, mobile or
projected images. These frames should allow great variety, closing down the stage
space at intimate moments and widening the view when the ideas and scenes grow
more expansive. But our close-proximity to the set limits these options and we
have no choice but to watch the whole of ‘Pioneer’ on close up. It seriously
compromises the visual effectiveness of the piece and transforms a potentially
nimble show into something quite cramped and static.

This awkward lay-out lends a
slight awkwardness to the show and stops the production from really breathing.
Jack Lowe is a director with such a sharp eye for detail – a chap unwilling to
let a potentially effective moment descend into mere functionality - but all
the tiny details feel a little overdone. Again, I think it might be that we’re
too close to the show to be able to watch it on our own terms, and control what
we choose to absorb and let slide by. Scene after scene is invested with little
theatrical twists. The astronauts on the second Mars Mission stand behind 3
circular screens and roll about on chairs, their limbs flailing in a mimicry of
weightlessness. The action is frequently frozen, as the actors walk in slow
motion across the stage. At frenetic moments, the set is kicked into frantic
motion and the cast wheel those slightly cumbersome screens about the stage,
whilst the remaining actors jump through these rolling hoops. In isolation, all
of these ideas are thoughtful and strong, but there’s something about sitting
on top such a busy show that starts do the head in.

The devised script, too, feels
similarly cramped. Again, there is so much to admire in this beautifully
fractured, elegant and thoughtful work. ‘Pioneer’ is attempting to ask big
questions about the way we communicate and the way that distance is as much psychological
as it is physical. They are exploring the idea of home and belonging and
questioning the meaning we invest in those words. They are examining the
human-cost of a mission to Mars, carried out in the name of humanity. It feels
like the script might read beautifully and, on a performance when all the stars
align and the set feels a little bit freer, the words might well take off on
stage. But on a less than smooth night, the earnest way in which ‘Pioneer’
attempts to connect every single little dot does begin to frustrate. There is
something about devised theatre that encourages a little too much tidy linking.
In straight plays, there are often scenes that don’t really work, feel out of
place, surprise or even feel superfluous – and that is OK. Sometimes the scenes
that don’t work give the audience space to breathe. But in a devised show,
every scene is conjured into life with such exquisite care that it can
sometimes feel a little too carefully crafted and convenient.

The endless connections in ‘Pionner’
start to build and build until they gradually feel a little over-worked.
Stranded astronaut Imke’s sister is bought into the fold late on in the play
and – lo behold – she is searching for the same sort of life (‘our very own
alien life forms’!) that her sister is trying to foster on Mars. The brothers’
story is tied in way-too neatly, when Imke lands right at their feet and all the
characters’ philosophical muses link very smoothly with each other. This
inter-connectivity, on occasion, makes for some beautiful moments of reflection:

‘And as she
travels across this darkling plain, she realises that nature’s imagination is
so much more instinctive than our own and that nature’s ability to re-invent
its own rules is seemingly boundless.’

But these oh-so-carefully
considered connections also begin to dry out what could have been a slightly
freer and more surprising show. I have no doubt that curious directive will go
on to create some finely textured and beautifully teasing shows, which gently
but persistently get us thinking. But I
do think this company could rely a little more on the ‘instinctive’ imagination
and, rather than carefully connecting and joining up the dots, really just let
go.